This afternoon my neighbour knocked on the door and asked me
if he could buy a few basic groceries
off me. I was happy to please him, though it’s starting to be a habit with him. I had compromised myself in this action as ‘the
people pleaser’, because it will mean I
will have to go shopping again before my
usuall shopping day. He should organise
himself to get his own shopping without getting me to please him. The act of pleasing
him did make me feel good though. It’s
just that I will now have to make another trip to town.
